It's technically been, oh... Maybe a month? No, maybe three, since Gabriel's been in Chicago. The fact that it's still winter means either no time has passed at all or it's been longer here. Or maybe the White Witch has descended on Chicago. He doesn't fucking know or care.

That said, it's hard to forget Murphy. He stares at her like he isn't holding a bloodied knife and didn't just kill one of his brothers, quirking an eyebrow.

"...What?" Yeah. That's all he has to say, after three months. HE'S A LITTLE SHELLSHOCKED HIMSELF, MURPHY. That and she's looking at him like he killed her grandmother.